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“Tough mission eh?”
Hunter wasn't really asking Crosshair's opinion in the matter, simply stating the fact of their latest op. The one where they had succeeded in true, but with an inch of their respective hides.
Crosshair let out a waft of smoke into the cool night air, standing behind the now parked Marauder where he had hoped to have his nerve calming smoke in peace. Away from the other berating glances.
Only Hunter knew his sniper all too well. Crosshair having gotten to the tightest spot this time around while underestimating a shot and its effect. Unusual for the sniper for sure and Hunter was pretty sure he knew the reason behind it as well. Or at least having a suspect of a thing.
It had been a while, the squad having been on constant alert for a long while with back to back missions without respite of any kind.
Besides, Hunter enjoyed the off smoke here and there too himself even if the other three members of the team did not. It was usually Hunter and Crosshair sneaking off to catch a puff here and there especially during hard times like this one had been.
It had always been the two doing things together like this.
“You can say that.”
Crosshair had been leaning against the ship, puffing away when Hunter arrived.
He made a snide snorting sound, but then picked something from his side pouch. A familiarly marked packet. Offering it to Hunter who gladly took it, taking one out before handing it back to Crosshair. In exchange getting a lighter.
Hunter lit his death stick and joined Crosshair in his ever so brief enjoyment.
The two remained there, hanging together while leaning against the hull of their ship. Puffing away, their eyes closing as the calming smoke and toxins hit their lungs.
It was a bad habit, true. But this was war and any and all relaxing activities were slim pickings for those fighting the good fight. The one preferred method which was quick and dirty yet effective. Smoking.
Well, there were other methods of course, such as drinking and…. Either not an option at the moment though.
“We just got new orders.” Hunter finally managed to utter.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We ship off in thirty.”
“So, guess my second option to relax is out the viewport then?”
Crosshair gave Hunter a coy glance, perhaps a tad flirty too. But he too had hoped time wouldn’t be against them like it was now.
Hunter chuckled. The same thing had been on his mind too, the more enjoyable longer lasting method the two liked to share in addition to sneaking off for smokes.
“We still have to make a few adjustments to the Marauder before take off. Tech needs the help.”
Hunter drew the last fumes from his cigarette, disposing of it into the small container they had for the butts. Turning to Crosshair. His hand reaching out to Crosshair’s face, caressing it gently.
“I really wish we had more time Cross…”
Crosshair leaned into the familiar touch, his eyes closing. It felt good, warm, familiar.
“Yeah me too.”
They remained like that, for a short spell. Before it too was broken.
“Next leave time, we reserve a room just for us two and don’t come out until we’re plenty relaxed, agreed?”
“Sounds like a great plan, Hunt. But until then, guess we need to restock on our second option. We’re running a tad low.”
Crosshair smirked, Hunter too. Then, leaning in the rest of the way, his lips were on Crosshair’s. The taste of cigarettes still lingering there. But Hunter did not care. He tasted the same after all.
Breaking off the two stood there for a spell longer, their foreheads touching gently.
“Soon love, soon, I promise, Cross.”
“Sex or lung cancer, hard choices to make, Hunter.”
They both chuckled, but yeah, they both knew which one they preferred to get.